Freshmen Dorms

"That's different he's not a date, he's a side dish! COME HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE GROUND BEEF!" Jake yelled back.

Evelyn clamped her hands over her face, hearing that. "Don't invite him over!" she squeaked way too late.

"Of course, you piece of garbage," said the Swede. "Tell me where she is so I can ensure you never come there again. Since you seem to be having a problem letting go of her, I will do it for you."

Evelyn rose up on her knees on her desk chair and leaned over the back of it to bring her mouth close to Jake's ear. "Don't you dare tell him where I live!" she hissed, so the Swede wouldn't hear her.

Jacob snorted. "Ha you're just jealous cause I'm in her room and you're not, but don't worry you won't ever know what that looks like any time. So take yourself back to Ikea." Jake really hated this guy he couldn't believe that Evelyn would even consider going out with an idiot like this.

"Jacob!" Evelyn exclaimed, outraged at whatever the idiot might be implying. No doubt the Swede kid would take it in a totally wrong way. Evelyn dug her fingers into Jake's wrist, leaning around him. "Give me back my phone!" she growled.

"Oh yes, but you're the ex, are you not?" she heard from the phone.

Jacob pulled a face, trying to hide his wince as Evelyn's nails dug into his wrist. "Oh yeah, again its why I'm here and you're not, she wanted some Latin spice instead of MEATBALLS!" Jake shouted yanking his wrist away from Evelyn's nails.

"I did not!" Evelyn exclaimed loudly, feeling her cheeks flush bright pink. "Give me back my phone!"

"She doesn't sound so happy, you pathetic dunce," the Swede replied coolly. "Americans are so desperate."

Evelyn clamped a hand over Jake's smart-aleck mouth and used her other hand to try and wriggle his fingers off her phone.

Jacob flailed around trying to get Evelyn to get her hand off his mouth. All his words were coming out muffled so he reached up and started poking her.

"Give - ow, hey! - my phone back! Ow, stop it!" Evelyn raged as quietly as she could. Swede kid was saying something but she was too busy dodging Jake's stupid pokes. She pulled her hand off his mouth to slap away his poking fingers. "Give it. Back."

"FREEDOM!" Jake yelled, "AY YI YI YI YI YI!!" He shouted purposely into phone, and taking off towards the living room.

"JACOB ASSHOLE SALAZAR!" Evleyn yelled after him, diving off her chair and down the hallway. "GIVE ME BACK MY PHOOOONE!"

"What the fuck, you loser?" the Swede asked in the phone. "Give Evelyn back her phone! It's not her fault if you're ugly!"

Jacob halted in the middle of his tracks, gasping all offended like. "HOW DARE YOU! I AM BEAUTIFUL YOU WANNABE KEN DOLL!"

"JACOB!" Evleyn decided to do her last resort Jake-tactic. She darted down he hall and then jumped, tackling him to the floor and causing Nova to bark in panic. "GIVE IT TO ME!" She landed on the Spaniard and grabbed for her phone.

Jake got a mischevious glimmer in his eyes and he moaned loudly. "OH YEAH I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU!"

Evelyn was momentarily confused. Had she hurt him or something?

Then she realized the phone seemed to have fallen silent and then she could hear a dial tone.

And it registered.

She rolled hastily off Jake, blushing. "You - you - I - oh my God, I HATE YOU!" she wailed, throwing herself against the wall to put some distance between them.

"Bet he won't be calling you anymore though." Jake smirked handing Evelyn her phone back and dusting himself off.

"Yeah, because he thinks I'm a whore," Evelyn snapped angrily. "Thanks a lot!"

"Oh because you really would have went out with him again? Honestly if I hadn't been here would you have accepted his offer for dinner tonight?" Jake asked bluntly, he knew Evelyn. This guy didn't sound like anyone she would even consider going out with at all.

Evelyn opened her mouth and paused, flustered. So he was right, but still... "What does that have to do with you making me sound skanky? He'll probably go tell his friends and that'll spread around!"

"Don't let it get to you, you know you're not a skank. Why does it matter what a bunch of meatballs think?" Jake asked, looking up at Evelyn.

"It's not that - it's just the principle of the matter!" she said irritably, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall with a scowl. "You were out of line!" Her anger momentarily faded. "This isn't making the acquaintance thing easier," she said quietly. Nova's feet were heard padding into the kitchen as Evelyn resumed glaring at the floor.

Jacob huffed."Yeah well you're not making it any easier hanging around douchebags. I can't help it. Wouldn't you want your friend to tell you not go out with a jerk anyway?"

"I wasn't planning to go out with him and you know that," she said, quieter still as she lifted her gaze off the floor and locked it on his.

"Yeah well I was just making sure." Jake said quietly, feeling that familiar jolt in him when their eyes met.

"Making..." Evelyn cut herself off and broke the staredown, looking away at Nova's tail flicking in the kitchen. She reached up and raked a hand through her completely tangled hair, wincing. "Honestly..." She looked back up at him while she worked on disentangling a lock of hair, realized he was actually serious by the lack of mischief in his eyes as he watched her, and she looked back down hastily.

"Sorry I've made this awkward. I didn't mean to." Jake said, standing up. This whole friends thing was not gonna be easy.